”
Then my heart it grew ashen and sober
As the leaves that were and sere,
As the leaves that were withering and sere,
And I cried – “It was surely October
On this very night of last year
45
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Then my heart it grew ashen and sober
As the leaves that were and sere,
As the leaves that were withering and sere,
And I cried – “It was surely October
On this very night of last year
45
## p.
Poe - v10
